Saint is to his fucking feet in a flash of a second.
“You really are my idol now,” Saint murmurs as he too shoves down his pants and underwear at once, no questions asked.
I swear he just wants an excuse to be naked at all hours of the day.
But one person does seem to have a bit of logic wandering around their head.
“Wait, why are we taking our pants off?” Syko looks hesitantly to me fully clothed, to the two men already tossing their jeans in the dirt.
“Wolves like to be natural. In packs we often discard our clothes to shift at will. Unlike some people we actually have a reason to be nude.” Malek glances at the vampire at his side with a look that’s sort of disdainful.
“I’m part of your pack now?” Saint asks with a weird shining light of excitement in his gaze. He has a giddy energy thrumming through him. I can’t help but wonder if he got high this morning, if vampires can even get high. He’s acting more hyper than usual.
Something is definitely off with them today.
“You are definitely not part of my pack,” Malek replies with a curl of his lips.
“Don’t be an asshole.” Phoenix strides towards Saint and Malek and I’m so damn confused by all of this. Since when does Phoenix tell anyone to stop being an asshole? “We can be part of your circle without being your… pack.”
What twilight zone did I fall into?
Seriously, what the am-I-in-a-different-dimension-again fuck?
Syko’s steady hands lower to his hips and I watch him with big eyes as he starts to unbutton his jeans like an angelic porno come to life.Oh yes, sin for me, nephilim, a dark part of me wants to purr.
“What is going on here!” I stand finally, facing my semi-nude audience.
Malek glares. Saint shrugs. Phoenix lifts his palms up in a gesture of false innocence.
“We’re trying to get Malek to like us,” Syko blurts as he kicks out of his jeans and I almost forget what we’re even talking about when I notice his smooth cock jutting up toward his navel.
Focus. Stay focused, Izara.
“I like you just fine,” Malek almost yells at Syko.
“What about me?” Saint asks.
Silence. Dead silence.
And then it hits me. They’re trying to forge a friendship for me.
Oh. My. God.
They have no idea how to make real friends. My heart pounds with warmth searing through my chest at how fucking cute and pathetic this all is. More pathetic than cute, actually.
“You know showing each other your dicks probably isn’t the best way to make friends,” I whisper with a smile.
“I don’t know, it worked for me and Phoenix,” Saint says under his breath and the demon shoves at his friend’s bare shoulder until all four of them are smirking.
The day passes like that until the sun fades behind the horizon. Quiet taunting will always sting the air where these four are concerned, but they do seem like friends now. Almost like a pack. And when I finally convince them to wear a small amount of clothing, I relax around them too without any distractions. My sanity couldn’t handle all the force of their jutting cocks. Seriously.
The heat of the flickering flames dances shadows along Malek’s handsome face. I lie on my back with my head in his lap as his fingers diligently play with my long hair. Predatory eyes pass over my face as laughter rings around us and I’m reminded how different he was that night under the full moon.
Does he try harder to be in control because he has none when the moon is overflowing?
“Whose leg did you accidentally hump to get thrown into the Academy of Six, Pooch?” Saint nudges Malek’s arm and the small circle quiets as the werewolf looks up at them with regret and tainted sadness in his gaze.
Silence catches in the cool night breeze.
